Men and elephants

Essentially, there are two types of people: those that remember names, and those that remember faces, I guess you could say I’m a face person.

Which, in my opinion, is the more difficult of the two. The way I see it, many people may share the same name, but very rarely do two individuals share the same face.

In late 2006, the world population reached six billion.

Six billion.

I don’t know how many of those people have the same name, but that’s heck of a lot of faces.

Funny thing about face people, while there is a lot we cannot recall, we never forget a face. In fact, we use that as an excuse for forgetting peoples names all the time, as if that should make them feel better.

“Hi, I don’t know your name, but we’ve met before I never forget a face.”

Name people find this incredibly rude.

We can be very resourceful, however, in the solving of crimes. Unfortunately, face people never seem to be in the right place at the right time.

Whenever there is a murder, the only eyewitness always seems to be a name person. I say this because whenever the police ask for a description of the killer, the eyewitness never knows.

Conversely, I bet if the killer were to yell out, “My name is Robert!” as he ran off, a face person would say to police, “He said his name, but for the life of me I cannot recall it I think he said Norman.”

The human memory is truly an amazing thing, allegedly second in sophistication to only one other creature.

During my elementary years, I was told by an overzealous science teacher that an elephant never forgets.

I recall raising my hand and suggesting the idea that elephants had nothing truly worth remembering.

And while I cannot recall that particular teacher’s name, I do remember her making the most puzzled face I had ever seen.

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